New World, Apple Sea.
"Don't, Mama!"
"Waaah, I don't want to die yet..."
"Please, spare us..."
Big Mom's song, filled with sorrow and despair, affected more than just Reg... Katakuri and the others, who had already retreated far from the heart of the disaster and were waiting to rejoin the battle, witnessed a horrifying scene.
Biscuit soldiers, chess pieces, high-ranking fighters like Randolph and Noble Croc, countless ships that had been given souls... all of them offered up their souls under that irresistible summoning force. Panic began to spread, and even Big Mom's own sons and daughters felt the urge to flee as far away as possible.
"Brother Katakuri!"
"Make a decision already..."
"Otherwise, we'll be killed too..."
Surrounded by his siblings, Katakuri saw the fear in their eyes... They could burn, kill, and plunder for their mother, rack their brains to seek out fine food for her, and fight enemies to the death to protect her, but no one wanted to end up like those Homies!
"Shut up, all of you! How could Mama possibly attack us?!"
"Calm down, Mama still needs—"
Thud...
Katakuri, who had been trying to suppress everyone's fear, turned just in time to see his younger brother Moscato collapse to the ground. His pale soul flew toward the distant apocalyptic calamity... After a deathly silence, someone finally ran.
The foreign pirates affiliated with the Big Mom Pirates could no longer endure the fear of dying without knowing why, and they began fleeing in all directions.
"Fuck this, I don't want to die like this..."
"Big Mom even took her own son's soul... Brothers, run!"
"Quick... Aah!!"
The pirates, ruled by unspoken terror, had not even run far before their souls were cruelly ripped from their bodies, leaving them unable to offer even the slightest resistance...